


of gods and hubris

by thetys



Category: EXO (Band)
Genre: Alternate Universe - College/University, Fake/Pretend Relationship, M/M, Mutual Pining, half-hearted angst, like 2 swear words
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-03-23
Updated: 2020-03-23
Packaged: 2021-02-28 22:08:45
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,804
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23284540
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/thetys/pseuds/thetys
Summary: Sehun glares at the coffee table and ignores Jongin’s perfectly valid and logical explanation in the hopes that if he procrastinates long enough, none of this will be a problem anymore. Obviously, things can only go downhill from there.or; Sehun needs a fake boyfriend, Minseok is readily single, and Jongin is tired of playing wingman.
Relationships: Kim Minseok | Xiumin/Oh Sehun
Comments: 17
Kudos: 65
Collections: SEXIUniverse 3rd Verse Collection





	of gods and hubris

**Author's Note:**

> hello to the prompter of #032! i'm sorry i couldn't fully flesh out your prompt (especially the bg exo emmebers :[ ) but i hope you enjoy reading this regardless!

“This is the gods punishing me for my hubris,” Sehun announces, dramatically falling onto the couch. Jongin barely looks up from his book, turning the page with a flick on cue.

“Mhm.”

“I mean, how else can you explain it? I’m tall, handsome, intelligent, the whole package really, so they decided my weakness would be my relatives incessantly asking if I have a girlfriend yet.”

“It’s that time of year again,” Jongin comments.

“It’s the holidays,” Sehun continues miserably, throwing an arm over his face. “I can’t do it again, Jongin, I am physically incapable of it. If I try, I’ll evaporate, I’ll join the heavens as Sehun-vapor.”

“Why are you in my apartment?”

“Because you’re my _best friend_ and I need you to help me solve this problem.”

“Easy, get a fake partner.”

“But I’m not interested in anyone right now.” Jongin levels him with a glare. “Ok fine, I’m interested in someone, but I can’t ask him to do this.”

“Sure you can. Watch this.” Jongin pulls out his phone and before Sehun truly processes what he’s doing, his childhood friend is already pressing call on a contact that looked suspiciously like “Hyungie” and turning on the speakerphone.

“Jongin!” Sehun pitifully reaches across the coffee table in front of him to grab Jongin’s phone out of his hand while the betrayer leans back with a satisfied smirk.

“What? I’m helping you solve this problem.”

“Well, maybe you’re not my best friend anymore and I don’t need you to solve my problem!” All his attempts are futile. The call connects and Minseok’s voice comes through.

“Hello?”

“Hyung! Sehun has a problem we were hoping you could help us with.” Sehun stares pointedly at Jongin and draws a finger across his neck. Jongin’s smirk gets wider.

“Ok? How can I help?”

“Sehun needs someone he can bring home as a fake boyfriend because his family won’t stop ragging on him to get a girlfriend and he just wants one peaceful Christmas without having to hear it. So since his family knows us well, and Eomma and Appa are out of the country, and you’re single, I thought I should volunteer you as the fake boyfriend!” Sehun curls up in a fetal position and starts planning his own funeral. He will die of mortification. Jongin will put it in his eulogy, obituary, and his gravestone to make sure that even in death Sehun couldn’t escape his terror.

“You… you picked me? Doesn’t Sehun-ah already have a girlfriend?”

“Didn’t you hear, hyung? He and Seulgi broke up three months ago. Tragic that they couldn’t keep it going until Christmas.”

“Oh. Yeah, um, that’s super tragic.”

“So will you do it?” Jongin sounds far too excited about this. Sehun has passed the grieving stage and is entering anger. There’s an extended pause, and Sehun begins to naïvely hope that Minseok will say no.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Only for Sehun-ah, though. Don’t take this as an invitation to pitch me as a fake boyfriend for anyone else.”

“Of course, of course, hyungie. I’ll let him know!” Jongin imparts a cheery goodbye and turns to Sehun with a bright smile. “Now that’s sorted! Anything else I can get for you, best friend?”

“Yeah, a garrote. I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Sure you are. I just gave you a free pass to act as goofily in love with my brother as you want, since you still haven’t grown the balls to ask him.”

“Shut up,” Sehun groans, flopping over to shove his face into the cushion. Maybe if he lays there long enough, the couch would swallow him whole and he wouldn’t have to deal with this mess.

“You should probably practice fake-dating, you know? Otherwise, your family might see right through you.”

Sehun speaks directly into the couch, so his response comes out as something like: “Mfmmhmhmfmmhmm.”

“What?”

“I said,” he turns to face Jongin, “I’ve already dated before. Why would I need to learn how to fake-date Minseok-hyung?”

Sehun has had boyfriends and girlfriends in the past, the most recent ones being Seulgi and Taeil, both of whom he’d parted ways with a little after six months. It hadn’t been a messy breakup, not by any accounts. They’d just been missing something, and Sehun wasn’t sure what it was. And he admits that it is a little tragic he couldn’t have stayed with Seulgi long enough to bring her to his family’s Christmas dinner, but there isn’t anything he can do about it now. Taeil would’ve been game for it, but he feels guilty about how his reason for breaking up was “I couldn’t live the rest of my life with you.” Which could have been worded more nicely. Taeil had taken a few seconds to process that, but he shrugged immediately afterward and told him that it was all good and that he hopes they could still be friends one day.

If the rumor mill is right, he has a boyfriend now anyway.

Jongin gives him a look somewhere between exhaustion and disgust. Exhausgust? Dishaustion? Is there a word for such an expected yet abject distaste for another’s actions? “You can’t exactly show up and treat hyung the way you always do. You’re too used to acting like a younger brother around him, and that’s not gonna cut it when you have to convince your family that your relationship is real.”

Sehun glares at the coffee table and ignores Jongin’s perfectly valid and logical explanation in the hopes that if he procrastinates long enough, none of this will be a problem anymore. Obviously, things can only go downhill from there.

Minseok texts him at around 8 pm that night, long after Sehun left Jongin’s apartment out of fear that he might have to confront his brother and subsequently die of mortification. Sehun avoids opening it by making the impulsive plan to go to the gym and do a weight workout instead of cardio. And then takes the subway home so he could use the “I didn’t have signal” excuse. He doesn’t know why he’s doing all of this to ease his own imaginary guilt. It’s not as if Minseok will get mad at him for not responding immediately, and he’s had plenty of experience with habitually late texters thanks to Jongin’s atrocious habits.

At 11 pm, he finally gets the courage to open the text, and he feels like a fool for being so afraid of it. It’s only an invitation to meet up at 2 pm on Thursday, two days from now. In all likelihood, it would be a discussion about Jongin’s proposition, but Sehun doesn’t think about that too hard. He can’t say he has a class or dance practice since Jongin would spill his schedule and ruin his alibi within seconds, so he sends back a simple “ok”, sets his phone on his nightstand, and turns over in the hopes of losing himself to blissful unconsciousness.

He does not lose himself to blissful unconsciousness. Instead, he spends the whole night wondering why he has a horribly inadvisable crush on his best friend’s brother and how said best friend even found out. It may have been because Sehun would change his entire outfit twenty minutes before leaving if Jongin let slip that Minseok would be there. Or that he forgot how to talk like a functional human being any time Minseok so much as giggled (a sound he’s had the infinite honor of hearing). So maybe he couldn’t find a partner he liked because he kept comparing them to Minseok, which wasn’t fair to any of them, but Sehun didn’t know how to stop it. No one could ever live up to Minseok’s kindness or purity, and Sehun had definitely tried to find someone who could.

“Stop thinking about him,” Sehun says out loud, frowning, “and go the fuck to sleep.” He turns on his side and nods to himself. “Yeah, that’s right.”

From the other side of the room, his roommate of two years stares at him with an expression that mixes bafflement and judgment into one emotion that Sehun can’t put a name too. “Are you ok?”

“Splendid,” Sehun says sarcastically. “Just suffering in an ocean of unrequited love.”

“God knows why you’re an economics major,” Johnny snorts, returning to his English literature reading. “You could’ve easily gone into theater.”

“And been paid dust for my talents? No thanks, I’m not about to be scammed into a career that barely pays minimum wage, no offense to your boyfriend.”

“Honestly, he’d probably give you more shit if you insulted his height than his major.”

“Oh, so you’re a masochist? You never shut up about your height.” Sehun gets a pillow to the face for his comment, and frankly, it’s less than what he deserves. He tucks it under his head despite Johnny’s protests and ignores his voice as he finally finds the sleep he’d been searching for.

* * *

At 1:38, he’s sitting in the bakery they’d agreed to meet in, fidgeting with the pop socket he’d ironically put on his phone and was beginning to realize was more useful than previously assumed–not that there were many assumptions to smash, but his point still stands. He checks the time on his phone, then his watch, and finally the wall clock to make sure they were all in sync, and the minute turned to 1:39. He breathes out and holds it, desperately clinging to the last vestiges of calm within him. The bakery door dings as it opens and Sehun whips his head toward it. Minseok walks through and searches the room, twenty-one minutes early and evidently not expecting to see Sehun sitting in a corner booth toward the front. He swallows the lump in his throat that appears when Minseok’s smile, which feels like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds, is directed his way and is coming closer with every passing second.

“Sehun-ah, you’re early for once!” It’s a light-hearted dig at his chronic lateness, and was the primary reason he’d been here for ten minutes already. He allows a small smile to emerge.

“Hyung, you’re not innocent either.”

“It’s not my fault traffic is never on my side.” Sehun tries not to focus on how Minseok’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs. How was he going to make it through an entire night of fake dating if he couldn’t make it through today? “So Jongin told me about your situation. You’re sure you aren’t uncomfortable with my help?”

“Of course not, hyung. I trust you more than anyone else.” They both imagine someone like Baekhyun trying to convince Sehun’s family that they’re dating and scrunch their faces in unison. “Yeah, that would’ve never worked.”

“Well, I’m glad you trust me. Have you ordered already?”   
  
“I did, sorry. I got you a hazelnut cappuccino, since you usually get that at Starbucks, and a cheese danish.”

“I don’t get it all the time!”

“Hyung, your last three orders were their Blonde Cappuccino.” Minseok sits back with a huff and slight pout, and this whole situation felt even more burdensome on Sehun’s poor heart.

Their orders come another two minutes later, which they filled with inane chatter as they got caught up with each other’s lives. Eventually, Sehun realizes he can’t push off the real reason for their meeting any longer, and he steels himself for the embarrassment that will soon color his ears.

“Minseok-hyung, thank you for agreeing to help me out. I know this isn’t exactly a,” he trails off a bit before collecting himself again, “conventional favor.”

“It’s no problem, Sehun-ah. But we should practice beforehand, yeah? And come up with a reasonable cover story.” Sehun nods along, ignoring how his heart yearns for this to be real.

“I was thinking that we could say we got together two months ago. That way, if they ask why we’re awkward with each other we can just use the excuse that we’re a new couple.” Minseok hums.

“We could say we got together after Yixing’s birthday. Should we tell Jongin about it so he can back us up?”

Sehun frowns and rolls his eyes. “If we have to. Honestly, I’d rather keep in the dark as much as possible.”

“Your friendship is adorable,” Minseok coos, cutting out a small piece of the danish and holding it in front of Sehun’s mouth. “Want a taste?”

“Sure.” He carefully pulls the offered danish off the fork and into his mouth. “Oh, that’s good. I should get that next time.”

“Well, looks like we have to come back soon,” Minseok says, tilting his head thoughtfully.

God, these next two weeks are going to wreak havoc on Sehun’s heart.

* * *

The first practice date is at an aquarium, and holding hands is fine until Minseok presses a kiss to the back of his hand before he leaves, a sparkle in his eyes and a manta ray plush Sehun had bought for him under his arm.

The second practice date is simply a casual day at the park, enjoying the sun and their proximity. Or at least, it was until Minseok pulled a picnic basket out of his car and held it up sheepishly.

The third practice date is a movie date, and Minseok doesn’t even pretend to be guilty when he arrives and has already bought the tickets and popcorn for them. To top off with the metaphorical cherry, Minseok presses a swift kiss to his cheek before saying goodbye, and Sehun quite nearly has a meltdown in the goddamn parking lot.

Sehun calls Jongin in a panic that night and stares blankly at the ceiling as he recounts how soft Minseok’s hands were and how much in love he was. It takes a whole fifteen minutes for him to realize Jongin had ended the call and he had been talking to himself.

* * *

Sehun arrives at Jongin and Minseok’s apartment at 5:23 pm, and thirty-seven minutes before they have to arrive at Sehun’s house. If traffic is light, it will only take them twenty minutes. If traffic is heavy, and that would just be his luck, it will take an extra thirty minutes.

Jongin greets him at the door with a typical fist bump and self-satisfied smirk. Sehun eyes his outfit critically and scowls when he can find absolutely nothing wrong with it. It’s a pale blue and white striped button-down paired with skinny black dress pants–simple, casual, and low-effort. Utterly unremarkable, and Sehun makes sure to point it out with as much condescension as possible.

“Just because you have to go all out with the Egyptian cotton to impress your family doesn’t mean I have to,” he responds, rolling his eyes and letting him further inside. “Hyung is almost done, aren’t you?” He raises his voice on the last bit, clearly directing it to the man still inside the bathroom.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Minseok’s muffled voice replies, and shortly after the door swings open. “Look, I’m out. We can go.” Sehun has to take a moment to make sure his wide-eyed surprise isn’t too obvious and that his lungs are still capable of breathing, because he feels distinctly like he’s been punched in the stomach.

Somehow, Minseok must have known he would wear his emerald and black dress shirt and waistcoat. He’s dressed in a wine red dress shirt paired with the same type of skinny black trousers as Jongin, except he’s biased in saying it looks much better on Minseok than his brother. It stands out boldly against his paler skin, and he has his shirt rolled up to his elbows to offset the formality. As if that wasn’t enough, a red jeweled chain connected two piercings on his helix and lobe on his left ear. He’s attaching a black watch to his wrist as he’s coming out, and Sehun feels his last restraints snap. He’s about to say something incredibly sappy and cringe-y, but Jongin elbows him sharply.

“Close your mouth before you catch a fly in it,” he hisses, turning around to put his shoes in. Sehun clears his throat and offers Minseok a strained smile.

“You look good,” is what he settles on, and Minseok’s smile is disarming in its sweetness.

They drive separately to Sehun’s house, which prevents him from getting distracted by Minseok and ultimately saves him from at least three potential crashes. They park, get out of their respective vehicles, and hold hands–almost instinctively, and Sehun isn’t sure what to think about that–as they approach the front door. His sister answers the ringing doorbell and waggles her eyebrows when she notices their hands, but otherwise lets them in without fanfare and only a perfunctory, “Sehun and the Kims are here!”

One of his aunts rolls her eyes when she sees him holding Minseok’s hand, but he always ignores her at family events, and so he doesn’t expect this one to be any different. Most of the other relatives don’t look twice at them as they enter the living room, but his mother immediately hones in on them.

“Minseok-ah, it’s so good to see you. How are your parents?”

“They’re good. It was unfortunate they had to be overseas during the holidays.”

“Oh, of course. I’m glad Sehun extended our invitation to you and Jongin-ah. Speaking of, Sehun-ah did you not bring anyone this year?” That was Sehun’s cue to cough and point discreetly at their joined hands. His mother’s eyes widen only slightly, and then she’s smiling.

“I didn’t know it would be Minseok-ah! I’m happy you found someone you care for.” His father interrupts them by calling for his mother from the kitchen while sounding slightly panicked. She clucks her tongue and turns back to them. “He’s never been one for cooking. I’ll go help him, but you two should go sit down and enjoy”

“Well that went pretty smoothly,” Minseok remarks, keeping his statement vague. Sehun hums and absently strokes his thumb over Minseok’s knuckles.

“Yeah, Eomma didn’t ask many questions.” He searches for his sister and finds her casually catching up with Jongin. “We’ll have to watch out for Hyunjin though.”

And they do. Throughout all of the light-hearted family jokes and dinner, they’re able to stick to safe questions like their first date and “confession”. But he finds it suspicious that Hyunjin is so quiet throughout it all. He finds it downright terrifying that she and Jongin are exchanging secretive glances across the table.

He leans over to whisper close to Minseok’s ear. “Hyung, watch out around Hyunjin and Jongin. They look like they’re plotting something.” He gets a startled glance from Minseok, but he chalks that up to surprise that his own brother is trying to sabotage him. He returns to his food and keeps his eyes peeled for any tricks. As they wrap up dinner and help clean-up, Hyunjin sidles up to his side, and he bites back a groan.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“Just your presence is enough to cause immeasurable pain.” She huffs and knocks her elbow into his arm, and the plates in his hand clatter dangerously before he steadies them. “Anyway, the presents aren’t getting opened for a while, so I thought all of us young adults–”

“–That makes you sound old–”

“–Shut the fresh hell up, I thought we could play a game of truth or dare.”

“Are we fourteen?”

“I’m not going to go easy on your new boyfriend, just saying.”

Which is how he ends up in one of the studies lazily lounging on a chair, blank-faced and regretful as they play truth or dare with a bottle. And as if the gods are enjoying his misery, when Hyunjin spins the bottle, it lands on Minseok. Sehun unceremoniously drops his head back and prepares for the onslaught of embarrassment.   
  
“Truth or dare, Minseok-hyung.”

“Truth.”

“Who’s the worst dressed person in the room?”

He wastes no time to respond with, “Jongin-ah,” and gets a pillow thrown at him for his honesty. The game continues, and Sehun and Minseok exchange commiserating glances. If Hyunjin and Jongin are going to team up on them, they’ll fight fire with fire. Three turns late, when Sehun reaches over to spin the bottle, it lands on Jongin. He grins wickedly and leans back.

“Truth or dare, Jongin.”

“Dare.”

“Noona, we still have those Hot Cheetos in our pantry, right?” He gets a nod of affirmation. “Alright. I dare you to take a Hot Cheeto, stick it up your nose, and leave it there for ten minutes.” Jongin’s face twists into a grimace as the others hoot and holler, beyond ecstatic for the first real dare of the game. Poor Taeyong had to dump a bucket of ice-cold water on his head, but that was hardly anything compared to this. Sehun gets up to get the Hot Cheeto bag and returns within the minute to present it to Jongin with a flourish. Minseok has his phone timer out and looks far too elated by his brother’s punishment. Jongin sticks the Cheeto into his nose and immediately squints back tears.

“Holy shit, that burns.”

“And it’ll only get worse when you breathe,” Sehun says cheerily, sitting back down. The game continues for another few rounds, wherein Sooyoung admits to eating twenty-three pancakes almost the size of her plate in one sitting, Daehyun has to go to the bathroom with the person to her right standing inside the whole time, and Woojin has to wear Jongin’s socks as gloves until his next turn. When the bottle spins and lands on Minseok again, he almost doesn’t think anything of it, swirling a wine glass in his hand that he no longer remembers picking up or how many of them he’s had. Minseok somehow ended up on the couch with him and has his feet stretched over his lap, dangerously close to wrinkling his shirt.

“Hyung, truth or dare?” Jongin asks.

“Truth.” Minseok has replied with truth for the past three turns, and Sehun has slowly lost his inhibitions thanks to the wine, and he forgets that he’s supposed to be terrified of Hyunjin and Jongin’s diabolical scheme.

“Tell us exactly when you realized you were in love with Sehun.” That snags his attention. When he turns slightly unfocused eyes on his fake boyfriend, he can almost make out the surprised curve of his eyebrows before they settle into indifference.

“Well, on our first date–”

“–Nuh-uh, you can’t fool me with that. The real first time you realized you were in love.” Minseok is silent for a few moments, debating how to answer. Sehun feels an odd mixture of anticipation and dread–one because he wants to hear Minseok’s praises, but the other because he knows it’s going to be a made-up story.

“It was his freshman year in college. He and Jongin-ah had decided to be roommates, and I got roped into helping them. So I helped them bring boxes from their cars to their dorm, and at some point, Jongin-ah decided he would rather stay upstairs and start sorting things out. Sehun-ah and I went back downstairs to get the last few boxes, but he got distracted by a stray dog. It wasn’t anything particularly mind-blowing or earth-shattering, but he was so gentle with her and so kind. He wasn’t afraid of her and just kept asking who the best girl was and showering her with love and… yeah. But I think that was when I realized I was in love.”

“That was so disgustingly sappy I think I might throw up,” Hyunjin jokes, but she’s smiling softly, like Minseok has passed some sort of test. And that hurts more than Minseok’s story does. He’s been introducing him to everyone as his boyfriend, and they’ve all accepted him so openly, and he aches for it to be real. He wants this all the time, and it’s sobering to realize this is a one-time deal. Literally sobering, because he doesn’t even feel the headiness of the wine anymore, although logically he knows nothing has changed. With a mumbled apology, something that may or may not sound like “I’m going to the bathroom,” he walks out of the room with only a moment of black-out vision to impede him. He doesn’t listen closely enough to hear Minseok excuse himself to follow him.

His path veers upstairs to search for some unoccupied, and preferably dark, room to wallow in his sorrows. He finds one of the guest room doors ajar and sneaks inside after checking that there was, in fact, no one inside. Then he sits down on the edge of the bed and puts his head in his hands, fully prepared to have a somewhat satisfying emotional breakdown before returning to his short-lived fantasy downstairs. The bed dips under someone’s weight next to him, and Sehun frowns.

“Whoever you are, I’d appreciate it if you left me to my imminent breakdown in peace.”

“I would be a terrible boyfriend if I let you do that, Sehun-ah.” Sehun’s head shoots up and swivels to look at Minseok who’s, sure enough, sitting right next to him. He shoves back the groan that wants to come out and flops back on the bed. He can’t see Minseok’s face too well in the darkness and he takes comfort in the fact that it’s true vice versa. “Why did you leave so quickly?”

“I, um. Wasn’t feeling well.” He doesn’t exactly want to lie to Minseok, but he can’t exactly tell him the truth. ‘Actually, I had to leave because your story, sweet as it was, brutally reminded me that this is never going to happen and I’m going to die broken-hearted.’ Yeah, no. Minseok is quiet for a bit.

“I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable,” he finally says, and Sehun all but rockets back up.

“What? No, you didn’t do anything like that. I’m sorry you were put in that position. I mean, I appreciate you coming up with that story to keep up the cover, but that couldn’t have been pleasant.”

“What made you think I came up with it?” That stops Sehun’s thoughts in their tracks. He scrambles to think of a reply, but Minseok’s question runs on a loop inside his head.

“I mean, of course the memory was real hyung, but the emotional connection–”

“–That was real. The whole story was real, Sehun-ah.” He can’t think. There isn’t a single thought running through his head. It’s real? He wasn’t making it up so that Sehun could keep up his facade of a taken lifestyle. He’d been able to convince himself that the hand-holding and casual intimacy were just by-products of trying to seem convincing, but Minseok was tearing all of that down single-handedly and giving him _hope_.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I think I need a minute to process.”

“Right. Yeah, of course. I’m sorry if that made all of this weird, you can forget about that if you want, I just thought–.” He stops when Sehun’s hand reaches out to cup his cheek. By now, Sehun can make out the whites of his eyes in the dark.

“You actually fell in love with me three years ago?”

“Yeah,” Minseok says, quiet and breathless. He’s nervous, Sehun realizes belatedly.

He wants to kiss him so bad.

“Do you want to hear my side of the story?” There’s a pause when Minseok’s breath catches in his throat, but he still nods. “It’s even less dramatic than yours, I think,” he laughs softly. “It was our second year. Jongin was at the studio finishing up lessons and you came over to check in with him. I jokingly told you to make yourself at home and you nodded seriously and pulled out a giraffe bobblehead from your backpack and set it down on the counter. You said something about how now it was home, and it was such a stupid thing to do but all I could think of was that I loved you even more when you did that.”

“I had a giraffe bobblehead?”

“Yes, you lunatic. I wanted to kiss you so bad.” Minseok huffs a laugh and scoots closer until their thighs touch.

“I’d kiss you right now, but you had two and a half glasses of wine. Now you have to wait until tomorrow.” Sehun whines childishly but doesn’t protest further–less out of acceptance and more so because Minseok decides in that moment to rest his head on Sehun’s shoulder.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

(When Sehun stumbles into his apartment the next morning, startling Johnny so badly he splashes milk on the counter, he announces with great relish, “The gods have rewarded me for my hubris.” He promptly hits his hip on the corner of the counter and curses the gods in his next breath.)


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